THE FIRST TIME - 1989

    This beach was nothing like promised in postcards.

    The rain came down in sheets.

    The sky was gray and bloated.
    
    The clouds unable to hold back their own the weight.

    As we approached the ocean, the clouds did not part, the sun did not shine, it felt like the cold rain of Northern California but without the warm welcome of a hot, comforting bowl of clam chowder.